After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

Now, I've just had an argument with Ma Lisheng, and all the students around are looking at me. Embarrassing myself in front of dozens of people and embarrassing myself secretly are two completely different things.

Seeing that Ma Chengwu was serious, Qin Zhixin moved to the starting line reluctantly. Her feet in small leather boots were not very obedient. Her heels had stepped over the starting line but she was still moving forward.

Ma Chengwu scolded him angrily.

"With your toes on the take-off line, you can't wait to jump off at the one-meter line."

Qin Zhixin shrank her head and turned to look at Ma Chengwu with pleading eyes. Her pitiful look was really pitiful. However, Ma Chengwu was so hard-hearted that he didn't give that little girl any chance to take advantage of the situation and even urged her on.

"Jump, jump quickly."

Qin Zhixin gritted her teeth, steeled her resolve, and swung her arms forward, leaping over a meter. But because she hadn't protected Rabbit, the intense movement made her legs dance with such abandon that even after she landed, they were still wobbling, nearly unraveling her sweater.

But this is what the boys gathered around want to see.

The sound of a camera shutter could be heard from the crowd. Qin Zhixin heard it and looked over angrily. The person taking the photo was a boy she didn't know. He was holding his phone and saw Qin Zhixin turned to look at him. He smiled and retreated back into the crowd.

"Alright, Qin Zhixin is 1.03 meters tall, so I'll count you as 1.1 meters. You haven't reached the scoring line yet, so 1.46 meters is the passing line."

Qin Zhixin's face finally turned red, and she stared in front of a group of people. She wanted to find a hole to hide in. Ma Chengwu took Qin Zhixin's student card and continued to speak.

"Still jumping? Everyone has three chances."

As soon as these words came out, many boys' eyes lit up. The thought of seeing the turbulent scene twice again was exciting.

"No more jumping! One meter and one meter is one meter and one meter."

Qin Zhixin's charming voice trembled slightly, even tinged with a hint of nasality. She and Zhang Wanbai retrieved their campus cards and quickly fled. Fortunately, she hadn't dragged Yang Qichao into the long jump; otherwise, with Ma Chengwu's insistence, who knows how much trouble would have arisen.

Zhang Wanbai's face was still red. She was almost driven to tears by Teacher Ma just now, and she still hasn't recovered.

Qin Zhixin was shameless and recovered after a while, laughing again. She said some rude words in Zhang Wanbai's ear, which made Zhang Wanbai angry and embarrassed, and her face turned red as if blood was about to drip out.

Chapter 165: Amazement

Thinking of Yang Qichao, Qin Zhixin went to the southwest corner of the playground where the pull-up test was conducted. If she remembered correctly, this should be the last event for the boys in the key class of the first year of high school. The test would be over after this outdoor physical test.

Before she even reached the horizontal bar area in the lower left corner of the playground, Qin Zhixin heard a group of people gathered around the bars, loudly counting. The crowd was so dense, Qin Zhixin instantly became interested and wanted to join in the fun.

"Seventeen! Eighteen! Nineteen!..."

As the number grew, the shouting became louder, and Qin Zhixin curiously moved closer. Zhang Wanbai had wanted to hurry back to the classroom to continue reading, but when she saw that Qin Zhixin had no intention of returning immediately, she knew she couldn't persuade her, so she followed suit.

Qin Zhixin quickened her pace, trying to squeeze into the crowd. But there were too many people, and the large circle of them was filled with boys who were taller and stronger than her. It was so crowded that even if Qin Zhixin wanted to find a way in, it would be difficult.

Qin Zhixin tried to squeeze forward but failed. A tall boy in front of her felt someone pushing forward from behind, and he cursed. He turned around to see who was pushing her blindly, but when he turned his head, he saw a pretty face that looked both angry and happy.

"What the hell..."

The curse words were on the tip of his tongue but he swallowed them back. However, he had already said the curse words, which made him feel helpless. He stared at Qin Zhixin in a daze.

The campus celebrity suddenly appeared before him, and his brain briefly froze. He knew the pretty girl before him was a particularly beautiful girl from his grade, a top-tier student in a key class. He even knew her name was Qin Zhixin, and that she might be in a premature relationship, though he himself didn't know the purpose of knowing her name and the gossip surrounding her.

He'd been checking the school's BBS regularly, and he'd long known who the prettiest girl in his grade was. He'd seen plenty of those sneaky photos. His deskmate was incredibly obsessed with her, constantly chatting about her during study time, even going so far as to sneak a peek outside the Grade 12 classroom on the fifth floor.

He didn't know why his deskmate was so passionate about a strange girl, but now he understood.

Qin Zhixin was much more beautiful than she was in the photo. Not only was she beautiful, but he looked down at her from a slightly condescending perspective, and her exaggerated body curves made his heart burn with excitement.

Upon closer observation, he discovered that Qin Zhixin's face was flawlessly beautiful. Her fair face seemed carved from snow jade. There were beads of sweat on her cheeks, and there were also a few traces of pink on her cheeks. He didn't know if she had just finished exercising, but she looked naturally charming. She also had a very natural and ambiguous fragrance on her body.

She stood on tiptoe and pushed herself up to the ground, curiosity written all over her face.

Did she want to see who was doing the pull-ups?

His eyes couldn't help but move downwards, but before he could look any closer, he heard Qin Zhixin's voice.

"What the fuck?"

Qin Zhixin spoke in a flat tone, her voice still pleasant, but one could feel that she was very unhappy at the moment.

The boy stood there awkwardly, and Qin Zhixin looked at him.

The boy stammered, he didn't avoid Qin Zhixin's gaze, but he just felt his face burning with embarrassment.

"Classmate, I, I...Alas!"

He was speechless for a long time and simply turned away. He felt sad and angry for no reason. He couldn't even say a complete sentence when he saw someone. Why was he so useless?

Qin Zhixin just felt that the person in front of her was inexplicable and didn't speak complete sentences. She secretly cursed him in her heart, calling him an unlucky thing.

The people around were still counting, but the person who was doing it had already done the 39th one.

Qin Zhixin is well aware of the average physical fitness of middle school students, especially pull-ups, which use the back muscles. If you don't exercise regularly, you won't be able to stimulate them at all, so most middle school students probably can't do any of them.

Zhang Wanbai had just gotten up beside her and was about to say something to her, but before she could open her mouth, Qin Zhixin put her hand on her shoulder and jumped, but she still couldn't see clearly. Qin Zhixin couldn't help but sulk. She felt that nothing good had happened to her today. First, Ma Chengwu picked on her and embarrassed her, then she was scolded by an idiot, and now she couldn't even watch the fun. What on earth were these people so tall for?

But Zhang Wanbai just felt it was so cool.

When Qin Zhixin jumped up just now, her towering breasts brought a gust of fragrance, and the honey-filled protuberance at the tip of the left one just happened to brush against her nose. The feeling was truly indescribable, like a pair of surging mountains that were still shaking non-stop. She heard someone whisper "Fuck!" next to her. Zhang Wanbai looked in the direction of the sound and saw more than one person looking in her direction, their eyes wide open.

Zhang Wanbai glared at them fiercely before turning back, feeling as if someone had snooped into her private property. She tilted her head forward so that if Qin Zhixin jumped again, the rabbit would be right in front of her face.

It’s a pity that Qin Zhixin didn’t continue dancing.

Qin Zhixin was good at giving up. She had just jumped up and didn't see anything, so she didn't continue wasting time and simply continued to squeeze forward. Zhang Wanbai felt a little regretful, but she was not in a hurry. There would be plenty of opportunities to take advantage of Qin Zhixin in the future.

The students around her also noticed Qin Zhixin, and when they saw her move forward, they consciously made way for her. When the two girls got to the innermost part of the crowd, Qin Zhixin realized that the person doing pull-ups was actually someone she knew: Su Weiguang from Class 1, the same "expert" who had nearly shot a girl in the head with his racket during a game of table tennis.

By this time he was about to do fifty, and his speed had obviously slowed down, and it seemed that he was about to reach his limit.

"Hey, isn't that the expert you were talking about? He didn't let me down this time, he's really amazing."

Zhang Wanbai poked Qin Zhixin in the waist and teased her. Last time, when they were watching someone play table tennis at the gym, Qin Zhixin had just said that this guy looked quite good, and within half a minute, Su Weiguang had swung his racket away.

"What's the big deal? There are only a few dozen of them. Yang Qichao is much more powerful than him!"

Qin Zhixin subconsciously spoke stubbornly, as if it was a great honor for her that Yang Qichao could do more. She didn't even lower her voice. After completing fifty pull-ups, Su Weiguang was about to let go, but he heard Qin Zhixin's praise of Yang Qichao. Su Weiguang felt that he was being looked down upon, especially since he was a famous beauty in school.

It would be fine if a boy said he was not good enough, but if a man said another man was not good enough, it is very likely that he was not convinced. But if a woman said a man was not good enough, the meaning is very problematic, because most of the time, in the woman's heart, he really was not good enough.

Su Weiguang's hands were shaking, and he gritted his teeth as he did five more. But by the 56th time, he was completely exhausted and had to jump down. He threw his head back and screamed like a gorilla, while the students in the next class also cheered him on, shouting "Su Weiguang is awesome!"

But he still couldn't do the 56th one. After jumping down from the pole, Su Weiguang kept shaking his hands, grimacing in pain.

After the invigilator took Su Weiguang's campus card and recorded the number, it was the next person's turn.

The next person to do pull-ups with Su Weiguang was Qin Zhixin's acquaintance, Zhou Dahong, who was in the same class with her.

He also saw Qin Zhixin in front of him. Seeing her gaze turning towards him, Zhou Dahong was a little excited. He waved in the direction of Qin Zhixin, and Qin Zhixin looked at him with a smile.

Zhou Dahong felt that he was inspired by the goddess and was determined to make a few no matter what.

Zhou Dahong first blew into his palms, then rubbed them together, as if performing some mysterious ritual. He raised his hands, tilted his head back, and half-squatted. This action, coupled with Zhou Dahong's funny fat face, reminded Qin Zhixin of the translator surrendering to the militia in the TV series about the Anti-Japanese War, and she burst out laughing.

Zhou Dahong didn't notice, as he was completely absorbed in the challenge. He jumped up with all his might, gripped the bar with his backhand, and pulled upwards. He ran out of energy on the third rep, but he didn't let go. With a roar, he curled his abdomen and pushed hard, completing the fourth rep before jumping down.

Although he didn't even reach the scoring line after doing four pull-ups, most of the students couldn't do even one, so this was already very impressive of him.

He was a little proud.

Although he was far inferior to the strong man just now, he still successfully challenged himself. But at this time the teacher suddenly spoke.

"Pull-ups are done with your overhand! Who told you to do them with your backhand? None of the ones you did just now count. Do it again."

Zhou Dahong had a bitter face. Pull-ups with the backhand were much simpler than pull-ups with the forehand. Pull-ups with the backhand could use the biceps of the arms. The four pull-ups he had just done were completely pulled up by force with his arms. After doing four, he was exhausted all over. How could he have the strength to do it again?

But Qin Zhixin was still watching him! Zhou Dahong gritted his teeth and leaped up with all his might, instantly touching the pole and using the momentum from the jump to complete the first one. But the counting teacher obviously wouldn't recognize this kind of trickery. Just as Zhou Dahong was about to let go after one, he heard the teacher yell again.

"You didn't use any strength just now, so it doesn't count."

Zhou Dahong's face flushed crimson. He hung on the pole with his hands, exhausted. He trembled and repeatedly thrust his hips upwards, but it was obviously useless. However, this funny action amused everyone around him, including Qin Zhixin. She watched Zhou Dahong's enchanting hip twisting and turning, and her eyes narrowed with amusement.

Zhou Dahong really couldn't hold on any longer, so he let go and jumped down, but he jumped down too quickly and lost his balance. He stumbled forward, staggered two steps, and knelt down directly in front of Qin Zhixin who was standing in front of him.

The laughter around them became louder. Qin Zhixin turned and jumped to the side. The person Zhou Dahong knelt down to became Zhang Wanbai who was standing behind Qin Zhixin. Zhang Wanbai also blushed because of Zhou Dahong. She stood there being stared at by a group of people and was about to cry.

Chapter 166 Tough Guy Calligraphy

Blood samples were drawn the morning after the physical exam, and the test required fasting, a fact Zhang Wei had repeatedly emphasized last night. But even if students had breakfast before taking the test, it wouldn't matter; it was a routine physical, after all, and most people just went through the motions.

After the break from morning reading, no one from Class 1 and 2 of Senior High School went to have breakfast. They all stayed in the classroom waiting for the doctor to come and draw blood.

Seeing that the teacher was not there, Qin Zhixin secretly took out her cell phone from the inner pocket of her jacket and browsed the forum casually, but she had no interest in reading the posts at the moment, because she couldn't help but feel scared when she thought about having her blood drawn.

Compared to some boys, whose superficial veins become visible when they let their arms hang for a moment, especially Yang Qichao, whose forearms are thicker than her calves, and whose veins are also frighteningly thick, Qin Zhixin, by comparison, has a "thick skin" with fine veins. This might seem beautiful on a normal day, her skin smooth as jade, but it's a trait that makes her uncomfortable when she goes to the hospital. Even with a bandage on, she still needs to be taped several times before her veins become visible. When she was a child, she'd had stomach upsets and needed intravenous fluids, and she'd often received multiple injections for this very reason.

Qin Zhixin imagined the needle about to pierce her delicate skin, the cold metal tube wedged between her flesh, her blood gurgling along the foreign object...

She couldn't help but shiver and felt cold all over.

During recess, Zhang Wanbai was still memorizing chemical formulas, scribbling away on a sheet of scratch paper, writing down a classic reaction formula three times before moving on to the next. Not only was she writing, but she was also mumbling to herself. The scratch paper Zhang Wanbai used was sold in the school canteen; a thick stack cost only two yuan. It was a beige, A2-sized sheet, so thin that the ink from a domestic fountain pen wouldn't dry easily on it.

Qin Zhixin's draft paper is also like this. Her pen-holding posture is not quite right, and her thenar eminence will smear the words on the previous line. Before, when Qin Zhixin used a fountain pen to make drafts, her hands would be covered in black when she used this draft paper.

Now she has learned her lesson and writes on this kind of draft paper either with a ballpoint pen or a pencil.

Qin Zhixin had long been accustomed to Zhang Wanbai seizing every opportunity to study. She was a little nervous at the beginning, after all, "PEERPRESSURE" is the most likely to cause mental exhaustion.

But now school has been going on for two months, and she has even experienced the major exam once. No matter what happens, Qin Zhixin has long been relieved.

She didn't look at Zhang Wanbai, but started looking around.

Liu Qinxiong was playing on his phone up ahead. Qin Zhixin glanced over and saw he was still playing "Daily Run," a game she'd grown bored of after two days. Yan Wangfei, brow furrowed as he read Nietzsche's "Thus Spoke Zarathustra," a book he'd recommended to her before, and he'd been insistently trying to talk philosophy with her. Qin Zhixin could only laugh at Yan Wangfei's seemingly insane behavior, not dare to directly refuse.

Qin Zhixin was indifferent to any obscure works, especially philosophy, especially Nietzsche's. However, she had great respect for the works of Mr. "The Sun is My Gaowan", so much so that she dared not even read them.

Yan Wangfei had recommended "Lucian Literature" to her last time, but now he'd turned around and embraced "German Philosophy," giving his taste a direct spin on Operation Barbarossa. He usually had a bit of a literary streak, and Qin Zhixin figured it was probably because he'd read too much serious literature, and it had messed with his brain.

How great it is to be like her, her taste is quite down-to-earth, she can read folk tales, horror novels, and male-oriented novels starting from two million words, so she can avoid mental exhaustion as much as possible.

Li Jinjin next to her was laughing non-stop and flirting with Zhao Jiajun in the front row.

Zhao Jiajun grabbed Li Jinjin's hand and explained her palm, caressing and scratching it. Li Jinjin couldn't stop laughing, her playful demeanor drawing sidelong glances from the surrounding classmates. Qin Zhixin glanced over, feeling only a tingle. She felt the couple would probably be shirtless by now if there weren't other people watching.

Qin Zhixin turned her head and saw Zhou Dahong reading a horror novel he had borrowed from her, while Fang Bixian was practicing calligraphy. Qin Zhixin leaned in to take a closer look. Fang Bixian was still practicing the Slender Gold style, with a look of hesitation on his face.

"Great Immortal, what's going on? Are you still practicing the Slender Gold Body?"

Fang Bixian stopped practicing calligraphy when he saw Qin Zhixin's devilish look, as she couldn't keep the secret.

"No, when I practice calligraphy, I must practice it in a way that has style and character. I don't feel the same with regular script or something like that."

Qin Zhixin frowned, and wanted to laugh when she heard that the Slender Gold Style was related to "style and character".

"No, how did you link the Slender Gold Body and Fenggu together? Can the two coexist?"

Fang Bixian stared at Qin Zhixin with his dead fish eyes.

"I was talking about the characters, not the person who invented them. I know Emperor Huizong of Song, but you can't deny that the Slender Gold Script is so beautiful."

"It's not very pretty, mainly because it's unlucky. Think about it, the three best calligraphers in history are Emperor Huizong of Song, Emperor Zhangzong of Jin, and Emperor Shundi of Yuan. They're all heavyweights. Emperor Huizong of Song was a pure, iron-blooded tough guy, personally leading his army as far as Wuguo City. He expanded the Song Dynasty's borders by thousands of miles, formed an alliance with the Jurchens, and made the Han and the Hu people feel like one family, making outstanding contributions to the unification of the motherland."

Qin Zhixin's words were full of sarcasm. "Jin Zhangzong was even more of a deity. People say he was the reincarnation of Song Huizong, coming to avenge the Jin Dynasty. And he's actually Huizong's great-grandson. And then there's Yuan Shundi, that title given to him by Ming Taizu."

Fang Bixian felt as if he had eaten a fly after hearing this. He looked at the calligraphy copybook he had just bought and didn't know whether he should practice it or not.

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Not long into the first class, English teacher Ji Mingzhu, her pregnant belly visible, was softly explaining grammar at the podium. Zhang Wei first knocked on the door and then poked his head out.

"Sister Mingzhu, please stop for a moment. The blood tester is here."

Zhang Wei was more than a generation older than Ji Mingzhu, but he still called her Sister Mingzhu. He was now most worried about Ji Mingzhu getting into trouble. He thought she should go home and take good care of her pregnancy with such a big belly. It wasn't like the school wouldn't grant her maternity leave. Honestly, he was envious of such a good thing.

But he hadn't expected Ji Mingzhu to have such a high professional ethic, attending classes despite her limited mobility. Zhang Wei was now terrified that something might happen to her. If that happened, not only would Gao Qingjian, as the head teacher, be held responsible, not just him. Fortunately, Kong Yucheng had arrived, and once the necessary details were taken care of, Ji Mingzhu could return home to take good care of her pregnancy.

"Row."

Ji Mingzhu nodded and casually placed the handouts on the iron lecture table. Seeing her about to step down from the podium, holding her stomach, Zhang Wei hurried forward to support her and helped her walk to the office.

Zhang Wei felt like Ji Mingzhu was about to collapse, and even though he was still a little sleepy, he was startled awake. He made up his mind that no matter what, he had to get Ji Mingzhu home early. Not only for her, but also for himself and Lao Gao.

Three staff members in white coats came in one after another carrying two boxes.

Zhang Wanbai was a little nervous. She had been afraid of injections since she was a child, especially blood draws. She found the sight of blood flowing backward along the transparent scalp needle particularly terrifying, as if a part of her life was being lost. She touched Qin Zhixin's thigh and rubbed it repeatedly, which made Qin Zhixin feel a little strange.

She turned her head and glanced at Zhang Wanbai. The girl's face was almost filled with fear, even her lips were a little pale.

"What's wrong? Are you so scared?"

"Yes, I've always been afraid of injections. I've been afraid of them since I was a child."

Qin Zhixin grabbed Zhang Wanbai's hand, and somehow her memory of Zhao Jiajun molesting Li Jinjin flashed back to her. Her delicate fingers began to tickle Zhang Wanbai's palm. Upon hearing Zhang Wanbai's words, her cunning almond-shaped eyes rolled, and she began to work. She pressed the radial and ulnar processes of Zhang Wanbai's forearm, and soon she noticed a slight bulge in the veins on the back of his hand.

"Baibai, don't be afraid. Let your brother Qin explain it to you. Look, this is the cephalic vein, this is the basilic vein, and this is, uh, the radial vein!"

She touched Zhang Wanbai's forearm but couldn't tell which was which, but she had a unique confidence and was betting that Zhang Wanbai definitely didn't know.